call me weed,
say nay, you’re not wanted,
still I’ll rise
I walk like I have the wildwood
and singing birds in my heart
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: A poem inspired by a hopeful maple, trying to reclaim someone’s yard for the forests, and a poem by Maya Angelou, Still I Rise, which has the spirit to overcome, to achieve, to shine and to be beautiful doing it. Feeling gratitude for all the wonderful thinkers and poets who share their words with the world and make it a more magical place where we don’t have to feel alone.
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Nice weed, sweet weed ode!
I like weeds. Some are quite pretty.
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True! I like a tenacious beauty.
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Nice blog!
Do visit to my blog and follow it if you like.
Have a nice day 🙂 blessings…
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Thanks, you also!
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Weeds have a bad rap!
I call them wildflowers.
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As you are — a wildflower for sure.
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Yes…yes I am! Thank you dear Brenda!
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A weed is just a flower you don’t want in your garden 💜
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Yep! 🙂
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💜
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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❤
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🐉
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Nicely done
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Thanks.
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it’s all about the attitude –
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👍
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